After being expelled from the mansion, I changed the dynasty by writing novels.

Once he started writing, he couldn't stop. He would rush through dinner and then return to his desk to write again.

She was quite adept at using the search panel in her mind, and it could also help her avoid situations where she needed to learn some basic facts about the dynasty.

For now, that's all she can do with the search system.

After nightfall, she would write by the light of an oil lamp. Although oil lamps were expensive and she was short of money recently, she still did not hesitate to use them, and she would light two lamps at a time.

My main concern is that I might become nearsighted, which wouldn't be worth it.

However, she still felt sorry for the oil lamp.

These ancient oil lamps were really expensive, so she quickly finished writing one installment of her serialized novel and went to bed.

A good night's sleep.

The next morning, Ye Yuwu and Huaping took the list of shops they had written the day before and went out, while Uncle Li stayed in the bookstore to mind the shop.

Ye Yuwu was initially debating whether to change into men's clothing to go to the hair salon, since it would be more convenient, but she quickly dismissed the idea.

First, her physical features are too distinctive; her appearance is too striking, with a soft and delicate face and a slender and petite figure.

More importantly, the original owner had such a great figure, with a prominent bust and buttocks that it was impossible to hide.

Once he puts on men's clothing, he can't look like a man no matter how he dresses. I don't know how the female leads in TV dramas manage to fool everyone.

Secondly, everyone recognizes her face; we learned this indirectly from the painted screen, as the original owner had previously been fond of the Marquis of Wu'an.

Marquis Wu'an, whose given name was Bai Zunyue and courtesy name was Ziyu, was captivated by the original owner of the body at first sight due to his exceptionally handsome appearance, and the owner then relentlessly pursued him.

Because of the original owner's bold and unrestrained pursuit of love, the entire capital of Bianjing knew about it.

Wherever Bai Zunyue is, the original owner will definitely appear nearby.

But Bai Zunyue disliked her and avoided her like the plague. So he asked the emperor for permission to go to the coastal areas of Jiangnan to eliminate the pirates. The original owner was heartbroken but had no choice.

Two years have passed since the Marquis of Wu'an left, and only now, apart from Kou Nu, has he been summoned back to Bianjing by the Emperor to be rewarded for his merits.

However, because of the original owner's previous behavior, her reputation in Bianjing was somewhat tarnished. She insisted on waiting for the Marquis of Wu'an and refused to marry, which is why she has been waiting until now.

For these two reasons, Ye Yuwu decided not to dress as a man anymore.

When she left the Tai Mansion, she did not take with her those old silk and satin clothes. In the past few days, she has only bought a few new outfits.

Before leaving the house, she put on a light blue dress. Although the workmanship was rough, it made her look elegant and beautiful.

Although the elaborate jewelry was gone, Hua Ping was very skillful and styled Ye Yuwu's hair into a single bun, requiring only a simple wooden hairpin inserted between the buns.

Dressing up nicely before going out makes you feel good, but in ancient times, it was forbidden to show your face in public, so no matter how beautifully you dressed, you still had to wear a veil.

The two of them soon arrived near the academy. Along the way, they tentatively handed out flyers to several people who looked knowledgeable, but with little effect.

Soon it was noon, and the students of the academy finished their classes. Ye Yuwu did not wait at the academy gate, mainly because there were too many people. As women, their sudden appearance at the academy gate would likely have an impact.

So the two of them stood not far from the entrance of the academy. The students were walking around in twos and threes, very scattered, so they separated and started to work together.

Several poor-looking scholars were just passing by when something was suddenly stuffed into their hands. They were about to get angry, but when they saw that it was two women wearing veils, they didn't dare to lash out.

With a casual glance, they saw the words on the book list and were somewhat surprised. They would ask in detail, but it was unclear whether they would submit their stories to the bookstore.

Most of these people are very interested in and curious about "books and periodicals," and they mostly come to ask what books and periodicals are and what they are used for!

Ye Yuwu had no choice but to patiently explain to them, but she wouldn't go into too much detail, since revealing too much wouldn't be good, and besides, she didn't have that much time.

Ye Yuwu and Huaping were working diligently with the shop list, and thankfully, things were going smoothly without them encountering any troublemakers.

Just then, a fine and luxurious carriage suddenly passed by in the distance. The carriage was decorated with exquisite patterns, and a golden bell bestowed by the emperor hung outside the carriage door, making a crisp sound when the wind blew by.

I was explaining the contents of the booklet to a few students by the roadside when I suddenly heard the light, melodious sound of a bell.

Looking up, I saw a jet-black horse carrying an exquisite and luxurious carriage.

Even the coachman sitting outside the carriage had an extraordinary air about him, so the person inside must be someone of high status, someone not to be trifled with. As a result, the group hurriedly stepped aside to allow the carriage to pass smoothly.

As the carriage passed by Ye Yuwu, a sudden gust of wind blew by, lifting Ye Yuwu's veil and the curtain of the carriage, allowing the people inside the carriage to see her delicate and pretty face.

But she didn't notice the gazes falling on her, while the people inside the car frowned at her appearance, their long, slender, white fingertips stroking her with an ambiguous meaning.

Ye Yuwu considered this a minor incident.

With the midday sun high in the sky, making the ground scorching hot, and with few students left around the academy, Ye Yuwu and Huaping decided to head back home.

The flyers they distributed were considered vulgar and unrefined by most students. Some looked down on them, but others saw them as an opportunity, such as some students from poor families.

Take Guan Yan, for example, who wore a patched blue robe. His family was poor; his father died early, and his mother raised him with great difficulty.

Fortunately, he was quite successful and was admitted to the Imperial Academy, the highest institution of learning in Bianjing, where students came from all over the country.

However, his good fortune did not last long. His mother fell seriously ill due to overwork, and all the family's money was spent on medicine, leaving them unable to make ends meet. Moreover, he had a large amount of expenses while studying at the university.

He could only take advantage of his free time after school to copy books from bookstores to supplement his family's income.

When he saw this shop list today, especially the price of fifty coins, he found it hard to believe. He could only earn eighteen coins a day at most when he copied books. How could he earn fifty coins for writing a short story?!

The students of the Imperial Academy looked down on him. If it were in the past, he would never have lowered himself to write such vulgar things, but life now forced him to stoop down.

He returned home, fed his mother her food and medicine, clutched his empty stomach, sat down at the only table in the house, and began to write a story with paper and ink.

Ye Yuwu did not go to the vicinity of the university to promote the event in the afternoon.

Surprisingly, quite a few people submitted manuscripts. It turns out that many people were curious about her book and magazine format, and most of them were just submitting manuscripts for fun.

Fortunately, their morning's work wasn't wasted.

In just one afternoon, several men came to the bookstore to submit their manuscripts. They were all dressed in plain clothes and not wearing scholar's robes.

Ye Yuwu saw through their scheme but didn't say anything. She simply left their manuscripts behind and told them to come back in three days. If any manuscripts were accepted, the payment would be settled then; otherwise, the money would be refunded.

They were also asked to write their names on their manuscripts, either their real names or pseudonyms.

Some people immediately adopted the names of literary figures, such as Pengyi Jushi or Huajian Xiansheng, among other pen names.

Some people even used the names of famous people directly, such as "Master Wolong," and Ye Yuwu was really afraid that Zhuge Liang would jump out of his coffin to take revenge.

Guan Yan also came. He came after school in the evening, hurriedly handed in his manuscript, left his real name and left. Then he secretly ran to the bookstore across the street to copy books to earn money for his family.

I suddenly feel a little guilty, but I don't know why.

He anxiously awaited the three days that would come.